94: Fire Of Love

At around seven o'clock, the front door of the Sullivan house opened, and in walked Mr. Sullivan, his presence commanding yet softened by a hint of nervous energy. He was holding a stunning bouquet of flowers, wrapped in delicate paper that seemed to enhance their beauty. The moment he stepped into the living room, a hush fell over the group, quickly replaced by amused glances and knowing smiles from everyone present.

Vivienne noticed the silence and Angelina pointed towards the door with her chin. Vivienne turned her head and was surprised to see Mr. Sullivan standing there with a bouquet of flowers. She finally understood why everyone went silent.

Angelina leaned closer to Vivienne and whispered, "Didn't I say that he went to prepare a surprise? See? I was right."

Mr. Sullivan, usually the tough and stoic figurehead of one of the biggest law firms in the city, seemed almost bashful under the collective gaze. His eyes, however, never wavered from his destination... his wife, his Jean